In the tundra, the breeze still loathes every second.

Handing over the rifle to Kyoroi, as I don’t know where I am, what is this place and how did that work. I thought I was sended to the greenland hill side, fighting random mobsters or mercs, but this is nothing compare to what i’ve experience, though, it reminds me of that last shot, it has a thunder feels of electricity, was that incident the cause of why I’m here, I need to step back and stop thinking.

Kyoroi took the rifle back, holstering it beside him with the attached slings. Every feeling of Lite views is easy with little to hide. Kyoto looked into Life's eyes, empty, dark and void with rotten smell.

“The bullet was charged by planktonic effect; in layman's terms, it takes the matter, converts it into elemental charge and puts it inside the bullet, which can store the powers; basically, a glorified high-explosive bullet.”

Lite looked to Kyoto And his brain scrambled for solutions to the explanations that had been reported.

Kyoroi vaguely reads the grasping and confusion piling up in him.

"Class Charlie is someone who cannot use or control the planktonic effect.

Lite: “Class charlies, right.” He sighs a little.

Kyoroi: “We don't know what they can do; nothing happens to them, possible bad luck, in my opinion.”

The news never really struck him, but it seems to be a disadvantage to not have it. Lite will have mixed feelings about Charlie's classification, but as of now, moving into the straight line clears his mind for now.

Kyoroi smudged a bit, with a small sigh.

Kyoroi: "I need you to go to the bunker headquarters not far from the barracks; go meet the new cadet joining you guys. One of your men knows one thing or two about it; go on.” From the meeting points, the close and strict demeanour has evaporated, even in the cold.

Kyoroi, rummaging in waist small pouches, three clips filled with many colours, silver casing and black-tipped with each of the bullets, fifteen in total, takes his hand towards the light as if trying to give a small gift for a birthday.

“Take this; you might need it; it probably works with the service rifle you will be using, 5,56, right? These are pretty powerful, so make sure you are ready to use them. Try not to break your gun” Now

Taking the clips from his palm, his cold muscles were stiff and tensile.

Lite: “Right on, sir.”

As though everything seems proper, turning sideways to the headquarters, a sudden wind moves up above, swirling around close to him. Looking back to inspect him, he is gone—no sound, no steps, no movement.

Lite: “What is wrong with this place?”

With the mind now bending around, Lite will not input too many stimuli, not thinking much about the logic of the unknown. Walking towards the headquarters office with sandbanks and a shallow ditch around it, two stories with a top seem smaller, as it’s a watchtower of sorts and there seems to be no movement or light open inside by the windows. Going about, the snow slowly melts as the air shivers.

Lite, with not much protection, the cold is attaching to him, freezing every sweat and drop of water. Walking towards the double doors, on the closed entrances, opening it, a point in the skin from the chin on the left, not moving, a thin light moves into the light that could burn the eyes to blindness in seconds, unmoving, hands slowing to the sky, asking god for guidance on the dance of trances.

The person in the side hallways, heavily armed as if he came from the trenches of rusted and worn mud gear, his helmet reminds me of that helmet I used to wear.

He breathes deeply, breaking the robber maskandi can be heard from close up. "Code, Name.”

Is he my guy? Slowly look at the dark goggles, wearing a winter camo and a machine gun in hand.

He frantically answers.

Lite: “Ehh, Lite!?”

The laser zooms across the floorsand speed descends as it reaches closer to the person.

“. Good. Sorry about that, Command, ask me to.”

The person is five metres at least, the person steps more and there is a sigil on his shoulder, it reads ‘052’, coming closer, holding off the gun with a sling that carries the heavy steel, the person is a little taller than you.

Coming close to Lite, levitating his arms to handshake Lite.

Lite slowly approaches his hands, holding them and jumping on them.

“You, Lite, are the recruits, yes?”

His voice is rough, stuttering about

“I think Beta Command told you to get to meet the cadet; he asked me to aim at you.”

“What?” disbelief as to the reason for the inconceivable reasoning behind such a command.

The man in gear, rummaging on his belt, even in full gear, felt his movement was never limited from the first time in sight, naturally gliding.

Picking up a key ring on the belts, he handed it over to Lite. The man pointed to one of the hallways that split in three ways at a 45-degree angle.

“Move to the hallway and turn left; there will be a strange metal door. Use the keys.”

With the keys, Lite put them in his pocket. After observing the machine gun, each casing seems to be silver in colour, with many markings on the ends of the bullets, corresponding with the colour of the elements.

Lite, asks, “What is that casing on that belt?”

He looked at his gun.

“Oh yeah, those are enchanted bullets; they store elemental powers. I sound insane, but you will get used to it. Oh right, one more thing.”

He rummaged again, but this time on his back belt bags. After some reaching, he snatched a small piece of paper, its discoloured earthly brown with glowing markings on the front papers.

“This is a talisman; it makes fire; you'll need it for the cadet; just place it on the surface and I think you can handle it. Oh And here’s a blanket; you'll need it.”

Voice thoughts over, talisman of sorts the presence glows red ink that resonates the magical sensations all over, yet it feels as far as the sun, as much as Lite diligently takes it for granted by information from his squads.

I wish to ask, 'What's your name?’

With it, the reply was silently slow and the reply

“Right, I’m Smith, codename ‘Gary Helcot’, but people just call me Gary. Good luck out there.”

That settles with him

You wave your hands and walk to the hallways where he pointed; it was as in an office: the floors are tiles of cement, with walls filled with concrete and trim on the walls to make an office appeal to it, with the ceiling perfectly intact, light working across the waysand the floor clean wayside. After some distance, looking back, Gary can still be seen looking through the doors.

In the hallways, a heavy door with a swing on the top, as if it’s an exit door, turns the knob. As expected, it was not budging after turning it, lightly putting the keys in and unlocking the doors. It required two turns with double locks and with each click, it echoed into the abyss inside.

Click-

The last steel was raised from the obstruction and doors stuck to the sides, revealing somewhat dark stairs with a switch beside the doors. Click the switch and only the light near the door lights up. As the halfway point is lit, after some steps, he reaches the limit and continues walking, which reveals a bunker room, halfway lit as the corner is nothing but darkness. When it is empty, something bright is in the middle of it—a crystal in the middle of such an empty room.

with something inside the crystal. Lite, his pupil moves to observe and his heart wretches with the unneeded pumps. A figure inside, with some alchemical marking around it and voodoo marking with Lite walking closer, is hard to see, as its centre is nothing but a blurry mess of hazards white.

Lite: “What on earth is this?”

Even then, Lite ignores the weird side, taking the papers that I've been given and holding them to the crystal even with the layer of paper talisman.

After some time, the fingers feel numb as needles stab each nerve end.

“It’s getting cold; is it working?”

Even then, nothing happened, all quiet with the exception of the crystal, which made a fairy glittering sound at any time it could. Fingers were lifted along with the talisman.

A knocking was revealed that spread behind the doors. Walking towards you, Gary, who was still armed, each step slightly shaking the concrete floors, walked towards you with menace; he seemed to have something in hand.

“Oh, right, I forgot; you were class Charlies, also here." He threw something.

Lite tries to grab it, but it lands on the concrete, though with swiftness, he takes it from the dirty floors. It’s a camo suit, white with a polyester touch, as the inside is good for insulation.

“Wear that and give me the talisman back." He raised his hand as if wanting something.

Lite proceeded to hand the useless paper; his hand was cold with the black glove he was wearing.

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Lite: "Yeah, thanks, but what is this.?”

Gary moves slightly as if it’s an uncommon reaction.

“On the last expeditions, we took her from the fronts; she was a volunteer per se, one of the divisions that got disbanded; as lieutenant order, we took her in an ice capsule, just a nobody.” Gary stops for a second of silence. Before walking close to the ice prison, touching the talisman in hand and placing it on the ice, the spike coldness unbothered the glove hands.

With silence, the air around starts to melt, a combustion occurs on the papers and the red flames that grow from the air, suddenly burst into the ice, spreading on about, as if eating amoeba on the cells. The fire spreads and grows and Gary slowly walks back with the talisman stuck on the ice, burning with a blue glow and red flames all over. The flames eat the ice exterior.

As though the fire engulfs, the room is lit tight with titanium shining red from the blazing inferno, all hail, all glory, to the cent of ash corrosive and repulsive to the breathing nature.

Heat, the heat, it burns yet calms as if absorbed to nothing but ashes all around, light all around, blasting to nothing but the obscurity of mania. As more thought punches through, Gary pulls a little and then all sight becomes sane and comprehensive.

Smith: "Try not to get too close to the red ash fire; they have some hallucinogen in the smoke and fire, for some reason only this fire can break this type of crystal effectively.”

All the lights, soul vouches to the last fire, as all is well controlled and calibrated, the crystal thins out, with little cracks that reach slowly across.

“Don’t let her get hit in the head." Smith Pushes a little bit into the crystals, which slowly shatter into small pieces as each breaks, causing fragments to chuck flying around.

As subtle as the whole crystal bursts into many more, the body is exposed to a small amount of gaseous smoke, with light coming a little closer to catch the falls.

gases spread about, inside is a humanoid; hair shorts to her shoulder with coldness; skin of cold shimmer of snow silks, hair of brown to grey and some white strand of hair, with ears tall uprise to the skies comparatively Slavic in appearance; her eyes with grey colours and looks shudder as gravity pulls her.

Lite moves close to her body with

Lite breathing tightens and skin by touch his skin freezes to the degree of death.

Smith: “Huh, she looks slightly different.”

Lite: “Shit, she’s cold..” Lite held on to the blankets, putting them on top of her and trying to wrap the frozen body, as touch felt as smooth as ice cubes with small but light breathing.

Smith: “You could just use your jacket to cool her off, she might die.”

Lite: “Right..”

Smith helps by putting on the puffy jacket, each touch to both of their skins, the burns coming from their fingers stinging for despair, moving to her arms, putting the jacket arms and moving to the next. Her body is heavy in small proportions.

Smith looked too Lite while helping zipping the jackets on.

“You don’t take any advantage, if I were you, I would have done some, ‘biological’ inspections, only in my dream.

Lite chuckles slightly

“I have better things to think about, which is not that uncommon in my field. I doubt I’ll need something like that, we barely had any women in the group back then..

As Smith answers.

“Well lucky you this time.”

Lite gazes over him

Lite: ”I’ll put the blanket on her hips. Maybe like a long skirt?.”

Smith: “Hmm, playing dress up with an almost dead body is something I never thought of doing here.”

Smith lifts up both of her legs, the view intense as his face is looking to the heaven concrete ceiling, the detail is overflowing with low-tier information, each direct crack, imperfection, mould and dust is shining information that floods the minds with meaningless detail up above.

Lite: “Stay calm there..”

Lite slips the blanket under her, lightly wrapping and closing it with the blanket and tying the left hips. Even if the skin is cold, it’s not as intense as in the past.

Smith: “Even with my glove, it does pass through, now she says to put her in bedrooms 1-4.” He scratched his neck with the question, but the withering cold still lingers, with pain striking his neck, stopping his needless scratch.

Lite: “Wait, what about the barracks?”

Smith: “Oh right, that is going to be a storage room, that's why everything is clean and empty, we are about to move it since they don't know where to put it, the leader decided to put you there.”.

With the answers and music humming around the room, the sounds remind of East Asia Pop, with a Vocaloid tone, with him swiftly picking up the radio on his plate carrier, big and possibly heavy, with padding on his arm joints and legs. A voice can be heard from the sides, rough and sounds like driving through a crash road, as the voice keeps humming about.

Smith: “Yeah, nothing has happened as of yet. Mhm, yeah, right, we will put her in the room.” As he speaks, he suddenly stops and silence fills the rooms with a weighted sense of charcoal, rigid, rough to breathe through the faced air.

Smith: “Alright, yeah, alright, I’ll be on it..”

As then, the sounds from his headset were quiet, putting the radio back to his plate carriers. I wish for an answer, but the feeling is unreasonable and different. Let's not do it for now.

He came to her hair and tied it with a rubber he had, making it now shorter. With him holding both of his hands on her feet, pulling them up as if trying to pull them, he looked at you, quiet and silent, he slightly nodded his head and with the help of Smith, she is nothing more but a 30 kg of ammo casing,

Smith: “ Just follow me, we will go to the room”

Lite Nods a little and with it, you both waddle to the exit of the rooms, as the two men bring the helpless bodies from the hallway to the hallways, many doors with each door thick with clean floors as empty boots reverb around the hallways, with it, her eyes is still close, with the help of the rubber band, it keeps her hair from needing to watch once more, with the cold inner of her has dissipated around the ways we’ve been through, as then, you walks toward with many doors on a bigger room with many spaces, like a jail cell with blocks, but instead of metal bars, is more civil as a wooden door. With Smith stopping beside a door, with the placename on top ‘23-15’

Smith: “Here, you hold her a bit.”

Lite: “Yeah.”

Smith comes closer to me, causing her feet to fold with her contact with Smith's plate carrier, handled with care, as he lifts off the suspensions, she is extremely heavy, or maybe I haven’t worked out much, huh?

Smith rummages through the keys, with him testing out multiple keys, from red to blue colours, as many attempts left, he finally rotates it without a way, an open door. With him opening the door, he enters first as Lite walks behind Smith, with the rooms, are moderate and quite spacious, with a single queen bed, with parent house rooms of spaciousness, for an Infantry room, the rooms are luxurious by the standard of dug in trenches or a small dorm rooms, or a barrack with no personal space.

Entering inside, there are two beds beside, clean and without much dust arounds, a bookshelf to the side with a table with each bed of them, a lamp and stacks of books with many titles and words of the unknown world. Moving through the now wooden floors, concrete white grey walls with exalted finishing of the floors, bed and with closets on each, with the beds ten metres apart of each. Smith moves one of the left beds, with him pointing and walking towards it.

Smith's face looks back

“Put her on the bed.”

Lite: “Right.”

With the steps close to the beds, walking through the cold air conditions with a radiator to the side, with numbness arms wrapping around, slowly lowering his body to the ground with his Knees on the wooden panels.

Placing her on the beds, lifting his hand from her thighs and backs, with little strength he has left, with arms caressing with stiff pain, with Smith unbothered by the complaints.

Smith: “The group leader will arrive, you can stay here and report anything, here is a radio” Smith Toss a box of objects with antennas, a radio with a display with colours. Lite Nods to smith, which he then waves lightly, before walking to the doors and closing them, very lightly and gently. With him and this body, he tools a chair beside her bed and sits facing her, with the table beside him, with an office feel into the material it uses, putting his head and his arm as a resting place for his head, watching over the hairs, the breathing calms and silent across, with vibrations of the radiator can be heard.

“It’s so warm, so warm, so.”

All the noise, all the cold showered throughout, all the imagination of grounded cascaded nature of mind casting about the endless pondering on calamity mind shocks. The smell, this, feelings, with foreshadowing black combusting with inner thoughts. So Painful, So soft, So kind, So gentle, So.

The smells of witch, the smell familiar, the end of time.

All I could remember, to the cold concrete floors, waking up inside a bunker.

Stone Cold Valley inside a deep wood, Snow Covering the Machine Gun Post Bunker, Whistling Cold past her with unbearable temperature. Her hand started to get colder with every wind.

-"Where's everyone?..."

One cartridge is left and a rifle is beside her. Standing clear from the outside, covered in red liquid. The radio for help is silent on her backs as the bodies lit the outside, concrete bunkers, which smashed into a giant crush hole as a door was beside it leading to a trenches network outside, as she walks forwards, the echoes inside scatters as the wind blows highs up aboves, as it’s swirls around of monsoon combining of ice cold northern life, with her boots step to the knew snows as if walking nails on a chalkboard with styrofoam feel as she crunches, the snow have been deeper as time moves, with the trenches walls still barely intact as snow covers the wooden boards of the trenches.

With continue walking

A light cast beside the crumbling wall, a searchlight inbound in the sky, a flare was shot from ground zero, grooming on the sky with the slow descends, it wasn’t far as the bang can be heard from the left.

The skies, it was so bright, the red hollow light, the speaks of salvation, might be the definition of what they called it? So much so, as it slowly descends wit the snows continue to pops with the dark to invisible skyes, as it covered by the cloud of gas up above, trapping any resembles of heat, I can feel the frozen reeks inside the suit, no matter how much layers, it will never be anti, just a resistant.

As then, she walks a step with each step upon the snows, all the bodies around, it blends with the snows, as many pilled and mostly eaten by the tundra.

With continue walking, the lips now dry to the freezing airs, as then, the flairs now almost on top, it was as watching a full moon, as in front of her, a body, who’s wearing a white jacked as others, but a patch on the side, as it reads “670 “, with a skull insignia, now their can truly become one with bones, just a layer of rotten meat that even flee won’t touch as the cold roughs around.

As then, she just looks upon the unmoving body, it’s left legs have been broken in half, with plate carrier and a helmet, even with multiple layers, it won't do much as he is wet, the ice bath was just a play. As then, the eyes open, with it looking to the gloom darkness that stares at him, as then she suddenly drops down, with the gun she holds smash on the snow, with her holding her hands outwards and on top of her. As she went on to speak, her mouth felt rough as the course felt touch upon her throat, her body slows, as much, she fluoride from the storm, speaking as her throat suffocated.

As she speaks, a brittle and underpowered voice.

“Oh.. light of judgement.. all great knowing, by blessed by heart and souls, heal the wound of the undead, and revert the”

As then, the pain on her mind coursed through, with high tension of headache up to the corner, with her nerves all the place felt a burning electric shock, as the pains sank her, as her hand was still on top of him.

With 670, he used the energy of one self, to pull his arm and push it away her arms aways, with his last energy, his eyes were left there, stoic and unmoving.

For much of times as usually,

What, what does that mean..

But the muscle spas all around unstable hands with a tight grip on her chest and with it, she missed multiple remarks. The last remains and the sorrows and guilt crunch into the air and that's everything; all of the body is gone, the blue light starts to bleak and the sky is getting darker.

She pacing to pick up the gun, as then shifting the safety of the kalashnikov style rifle, as she quickly aims for the one she hates, closing her eyes, the madness persists in her view, though shallow with wind cascades around her, though tangled and destroyed the reasoning cunning ways, she wishes her deed to be in vain.

The radio sounds louder and louder and a voice appears before her ear.

"This is C:7 Helcot 05-2 Smith Drockut, we received a distress signal. Copy company 63?"

Her breath and the whistling wind were all he heard, chartered mind on the abyssal, throbbing heart as it felt about to self-destruct. The rifle dropped and she stood up to all her comrades. All her memories will last. Picking up the radio on her waist, losing consciousness, balance and reality. All she can think of is...

"This is Helios-Echo, a response to our distress signal. Code 999.”

As all unfolds, She walks beside the concrete away from the cold, laying down on the hot concrete and closing to dusk, the cold weather getting bizarre, his mind in a pile of lines, with the smell of monsters, the smell of a magic, the smell that can be remember for eternity for her..

-"I wish."...

Even though her heart has been stepped on.

"I will"

-"Save you…"

Even if at times I stumble,

It’s so cold, it’s so cold, it’s so cold, but.

I will save you, I will save all of you, I will kill them, I will avenge you all, I will try to be of better use to everyone.

As hour passed by, the change with her slight movement, and eyes open, lit up the radio hanging from his belts closer to his cheeks mouth. As her eyes open and widen by the surroundings, standing beside her, the magic user, the smell is the same as then, even though the snow is cold, she can feel it and it is now much clearer than the trenches of snow. Her hands up to him, oblivious to her attentions of hatred. A ring is formed around her hands, the rings all form a strange symbol across them. With the alchemical transmute arounds her, her hands are reaching someone desperately.

Her eyes, her breathing, her teeth that grind around, I’m I, going to die.

She places her hand on his shoulder, which he retreats, but her speed is subhuman with the speed of lightning across, a sudden beam comes out of her hands, the light blues with freezing sensations beside Lite ears barely dogging it, with his left shoulder feels cold and numbs he tried to swing to her neck, but the feeling of drowsiness around him, headache after headaches, the pains of past time, the same as before, the grounds of the mud and trenches about, her eyes filled with hatred the same as that time..

I couldn't do anything, but I couldn’t move. With his body stiffened up, he drops to the ground with blood tearing apart on his shoulders, blood that froze by such impacts and blood gushes from it, the pain is gone as the numbness arises, as pain strikes the nerves.

After looking, she wakes up, looking down upon him, her eyes are so bright, yet shallow with no remorse, just hatred and more, her eyes flash, with all around sucked into the incoming voids blurry and the darkness is closing in, before a door is open. The girl was suddenly put on the desk, the speed was very fast, as her body was mashed to the tablet with her eyes, not in trances anymore.

All I could hear was the scream of him and another person beside me, we barely knew each other, why care about me, Smith?